Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2011 15:01:03 -0600
From: Sam
Subject: Party Centerpiece,.... Of ASS!
The party was scheduled to start at 7:00 PM, so as arranged, I arrived at
6:00, pondered what I'd volunteered for, tried to calm the anxious, nervous
excitement that was growing steadily in my gut as I proceeded towards
finally fulfilling this fantasy that I'd been harboring for all these years.
Roger & David were a gay couple that I'd met around town, and had played
with, sexually, multiple times. They both had really adorable, very large
cocks, and enjoyed putting me in bondage, and using both of my holes at once
which suited me just fine, ummm.
Not long ago, I'd shared with them my love of being pissed on, and had
finally persuaded them to each relieve themselves on me in their shower.
They both admitted to enjoying it, and loved the pics we'd taken.
So, when they invited me to their next naked, play party, I'd offered myself
up as the naked center piece, as a chance for them to take it a step further
and also stoke their voyeuristic interests.
I'd suggested that it would be a great opportunity for me to further explore
my own submissive, bondage & slutty piss cravings, indulge their guests
kinky interests, and be a source of entertainment for everyone's viewing
pleasure.
Basically, what I'd suggested was to let me lie or kneel in the bathtub in
their master bathroom, shackled, blindfolded, and buck naked except for the
large funnel affixed next to the tub, and plumbed straight into my mouth.
That way, when each of their naked, male quests had to piss, he'd have a
choice of either using the toilet, or the funnel. Pissing in the funnel
would then force me to literally drink every drop of urine that they pissed
into it, and they just might enjoy watching me do that.
It had seemed like an erotic idea when first conceived, but as the hour of
actual public urinal service approached, the details started to force me to
finally accept the reality of just what I'd volunteered to do that night.
I'd fashioned an extra large, 10" diameter funnel with a flexible hose which
ran tightly thru a 2" ball gag that I'd have strapped firmly in my mouth.
The funnel would be affixed to a small table next to the tub, with about 3
feet of flexible plastic tubing running straight to my mouth.
In the tub, I would wear heavy leather shackles on both my wrists and ankles
with steel coupling attaching my right wrist to right ankle, and the same
on my left side.
It had seemed like a workable arrangement in theory, and now it was actually
time to test it out.
On arrival, both Roger & David were already naked, and fluttering about the
house in final preparation for their big event.
They were expecting me, but happy to see me none the less.
As I entered, I immediately dropped my bags in the bathroom, left all my
clothes in the bedroom, got David to assist, and started to "assume my
station".
There was no way I could get "suited up" all by myself. I had my blindfold
up on my forehead ready to drop in place, my gag lowered about my neck, the
funnel & tubing all affixed, watertight, and ready to catch & flow, and was
now ready for David to attached my shackles, and place the gag & blindfold
in place for the evening.
Just running around the house naked was nice, but as I started the process
of getting helpless in bondage, the thrill was starting to show in my
growing, hardening cock, umm.
David was enjoying it too, and he made no point of disguising his pleasure
at having a fit, attractive, willing & naked, man helpless and available for
any & every sexual pleasure he might wish to use him for. In fact, he even
mentioned that my position of laying on my back in the tub might change
before I ever get released, just because he might also want to use me tight
ass before he was done with me that night. He said that with a slightly
wicked chuckle, partly because he'd fucked me often in the past, and knew
for a fact just exactly how tight my ass still was, and how much I moaned &
squirmed when his full 8" was shoved in to the hilt, and that I loved it.
But tonight, all of this preparation was intended to let me explore my
passionate craving for both submitting totally, and being publicly
humiliated & pissed on/in. I couldn't explain it, but there was just
something about another man relieving himself on my face, and eventually
right into my mouth, that just aroused the hell out've me, and as long as
that continued to occur, I couldn't help but want to explore it further.
David was dutifully helpful, and tightly secured all of my bonds, made sure
that all of his guests would have an easy choice of either pissing in the
toilet, or into the adjacent funnel. He wanted each of his guests to have
the choice, and to be able to watch me, as they indirectly forced to drink
in, and actually swallow, every drop of their fresh, warm piss.
If I strained, I could just barely hear Roger & David chatting downstairs.
But other than that, the only audible sounds were the quiet humming of the
furnace, and water in the pipes when they used the kitchen sink.
The porcelain tub was startlingly cold at first, but started to warm up as I
laid there for awhile, helplessly pinned to it's floor. I had a bit of
trouble swallowing because of the open tube clamped into my mouth. But, with
a bit of experimenting, I did find a way to close off my throat enough to
swallow in small gulps, even without the option of getting an airtight seal
at my lips.
Time seemed to virtually stop. Had I wished to get up, I absolutely couldn't
. I was wondering if preparing such effective, and absolutely secure bonds
had been such a good idea, when suddenly I heard the door bell ring,
followed by new voices arriving at the party.
Right after that, someone turned on music downstairs, fairly loud, and with
that any source of new information regarding events happening in the rest of
the house was lost.
I'd been told that about 16 people were invited, but just how many actually
showed up was anyone's guess. But, all of them had also been told that there
would be a naked, bound sex slave there for any and all to use, including as
the public cum & urine catcher. Several of the guests had expressed a real
interest, even if that interest was purely voyeuristic. So now I was about
to see just how much piss I`d have to drink, and what else might also be in
store before morning.
Even with the music blaring, I thought I could just make our some footsteps
nearby. Honestly, when you're blindfolded and immobile, your other senses
become extremely acute. I think I was actually feeling the vibration thru
the floor, as much as actually hearing the steps of someone approaching.
Or, perhaps I'd just imagined it, since after that, nothing else had
followed. I'd expected something, be it someone groping, laughing,
commenting, or just the sound of running piss. But all that happened was
more silence.
Again, time seemed to stop. I laid there, and laid there, and laid there,
and actually was starting to doze a bit, when like a strike of thunder
out`ve the blue, I felt a hand very firmly grab, and squeeze both of my
balls, AAHHH.
Apparently, someone had been in the room with me for all that time, watching
perusing, studying. They were seeing me, but I had absolutely no idea who
he, or they, were, or that they`d even been there in the room with me.
The sudden, and slightly viscous squeezing yank of my balls had so surprised
hurt, and startled me, that I had gasped out loud. My knees had shot
together reflexively in response to my balls being squeezed, but in seconds
I had recomposed myself, and braced for what might follow.
Next, I felt fingertips lightly running up and down my inner thigh, slightly
caressing my nuts, teasing all around my exposed ass hole, up around my flat
stomach, and dally about my right nipple. This made me soft cock spring to
life, and throb with renewed enthusiasm.
Whoever this was, he seemed to find that nipple intriguing. He tested it's
firmness, by pinching it between a thumb & forefinger. Lightly at first,
then steadily harder, until he saw me squirm with pain, and heard me grunt
and umfff, into my tight gag. He seemed to like that, and kept doing it,
over and over, until I was nearly rolling in the tub, trying helplessly to
escape his torture.
He chuckled, and released my nipple. I could only assume he was pleased with
what he'd discovered, and at last he spoke. He said "you do realize just how
totally helpless you are, chuckling. If you don't, I dam sure do. And for
now, I'm just gonna piss into your mouth slut. But I'll be back, and you
will be my fuck toy tonight before I'm done, and you will swallow more that
just my piss, you worthless little man cunt!"
With that, I heard the sound of zipper opening, a brief pause, then the
steady drumming sound of liquid splashing against the wall of the plastic
funnel. Immediately, I also felt, and tasted, a stream of warm, slight salty
sharp & pungent tasting piss flowing unimpeded, right into my mouth.
The plastic, half inch diameter tube that was pushed thru my ball gag,
extended about 2 ½" into my mouth, making it impossible to plug or block
with my tongue.
The first instant of realization that some total stranger was casually
pissing into my mouth, and that I had no choice but to swallow every drop,
was honestly a bit of an "Oh My God, I`m finally actually doing this" moment
But, immediately there after, it started to hit me that I needed to start
seriously swallowing, or drown in piss. The first swallow wasn't to bad, but
as the volume grew, the forced gulping became a bit more frantic. The funnel
I had chosen had a volume of well over a gallon, so the chance of any
actually overflowing it were nil. If it entered the funnel, it would also
enter my mouth, and eventually my stomach.
But, to be honest, laying there all that time, breathing partially thru the
tube in my mouth, had made me dry, and the fresh, warm piss was a bit of
thirst quencher too.
In a moment or two, he finished, leaving me to dispatch the stored volume
draining steadily into my throat.
I could sense him watching, enjoying the arousing, perverse discomfort he'd
caused me. But my only priority just then, was to empty the funnel, take a
full breath, lick my lips as best as I could with the ball gag in my mouth,
and wait for whatever was to come next, or should I say cum next?
As I laid there, waiting for the next bathroom guest to amuse themselves
with my naked helplessness, I wondered, "who was that just yanked my balls,
stroked and caressed my naked body, and pissed into my mouth?". Would I find
out before morning?
I didn't have long to ponder that question, because almost immediately after
he'd left, multiple others entered the bathroom, all snickering, and making
situationally appropriate comments about and jokes about the naked guy
laying there with the piss tube running into his mouth.
As the small group of gawkers started becoming more at ease with this
spectacle in the bath tub, they also became more curious, and the tone of
there comments stated changing from feigned embarrassment, to interest, and
soon to what sounded like sexual arousal.
One man repeatedly commented on how nice, big, and hard my cock was, until
he finally couldn't resist, and reached down and fondled it, at length.
This elicited several ooh's, and ummm's, from the onlookers, who were just
starting to grasp the unfettered power they had to inflict, use, or abuse,
this naked man any & every way they chose to, with total anonymity.
It started with them taking small steps, like pulling & twisting my nipple,
and thumping my dangling testicles with thumb & forefinger. As I'd react to
their various strokes, fondles, gestures & abuses, they were both amused,
apparently aroused, and absolutely emboldened to take more and more
aggressive and intrusive steps towards whatever kinky fantasies they'd been
nurturing.
Someone was interested in gently caressing my neck and face, like a lover
might do in an intimate moment. Another hand was making rapid progress
towards my vulnerable, and very available ass hole, until soon he's grabbed
the soap, used it to lube his finger, and had slipped it's full length up my
ass.
Oh my god that felt good, which I'm sure everyone had to surmise by the way
my cock bounced, throbbed, and visibly pulsed, with each successive
insertion. UMMMMM, oh YESSSS!!
But, before I was allowed to drift into the immense pleasure of the scene,
someone started relieving themselves into the funnel.
As much as I love feeling a mans finger slid up my ass, it's just not the
same when you're struggling, and forced to focus on the steady stream of
piss surging relentlessly into your throat.
This piss was a bit stronger, and more pungent tasting than the first. It's
too bad that my mouth was so full, or else I'd have suggested he drink more
water, lol. It was also a larger volume the before, but with each successive
gulp, I became more and more adept at dealing with the flow, and less and
less concerned about just how I'd manage it.
I had no way of knowing just how many men were there at any given time, but
judging from only from what I could hear, feel, and taste, there were at
least four, and probably more at various times. Possibly a lot more.
I know that as number 2 was filling the funnel, at least one other opted not
to wait, and commenced peeing all over my blinded face & head.
I could feel his stream dancing about my head, drifting down onto my chest
briefly, and then back to my face.
And the finger in my ass wasn't dallying either. He'd lubed up again, and
started fully thrusting, in & out, and then progressed to two, then three
fingers, deliberately relaxing, and stretching my sphincter for something
he'd yet to reveal.
By now, apparently quite a few quests had arrived, and if my senses weren't
deceiving me, that upstairs bathroom must've been getting really crowded as
the tempo of the floor show steadily picked up.
As the urinal stayed busy, someone slipped their hands under my knees,
lifted my ass right up off of the tub floor, and slid something under me,
propping my butt way up in the air. I then had my legs pushed up, and back,
and felt someone's hips positioning next to mine. I could feel my ankles
laid onto someone's shoulders, and then the head of someone's very large,
and very long, cock, pop past my anal sphincter, and very firmly, and
steadily, shoved all the way into my stretched, lubed, helpless ass, ummm,
oh that hurt, but I loved it!
Whoever it was that was so forcefully butt fucking me, they had to also be
getting steadily splattered by the numerous streams of hot piss that
continued to rain down on me. But if the passionate, relentless pounding was
any indicator, the either didn't care, or were actually turned on my it.
At least one man seemed to be keeping the funnel feeding me, but more than
that were feeling the need, and there was absolutely no waiting in this
"men's room". Since by now, I'm sure they were all naked, it was just a
matter of pick a target, and piss on it.
I honestly wasn't sure just what total volume I'd be able to swallow, or
just would happen when that limit was reached. But frankly, I didn't have
the luxury of pondering that dilemma just then. I was to busy both breathing
gulping, and loving that hard cock reaming out my hungry, wet, butt hole.
Given all the fluids flowing freely, as well as my very effective blindfold,
I had no way of knowing if the guy using my ass had on a condom or not. Not
that I could do anything if he didn't! At this point, this scene had evolved
into a no holds barred gang rape, just exactly like I'd hoped it would, and
that by definition meant that what I wanted no longer even entered into the
equation.
Who ever these men were, they had now fully grasped that they could do
virtually anything to, or with, me that they wanted to, and that I'd never
even know their names, much less who'd done what. I could feel the unchecked
power starting to affect a couple of them. It was in the way they steadily
became more, and more uninhibited in how they moved my naked body around,
and the total lack of hesitation in their actions.
Normally in a male male sex scene with someone you aren't intimately
familiar with, a man will proceed cautiously, gauging the correctness of his
advances by the reaction of his partner. These guys has graduated way beyond
that now, and didn't even bother to look for my action, or reaction. It was
irrelevant. If they wanted to slap, yank, and squeeze my balls, they did. If
they just wanted to feel a hot ass wrapped around there pummeling cock, they
used mine, and pummeled it for all they were worth, and then cumming, one
after another, sliding out, and savoring the satisfied, pure pleasure they
were swimming in.
In time, as more and more of them took their turn hard fucking my screaming,
now very sore, and badly overused anus, it became obvious that condoms were
not the costume of the night. As each one pulled his softening man meat
out've my warm, tight, ass, I could feel the surge of hot, gooey cum
draining out after him, and then draning down my scrotum, and off into the
bottom of the tub. After the first 3 or 4 had finished butt fucking me, most
had also pretty well also finished draining their bladders.
It had become less of a piss fest, and more of a gang banging fuck fest, and
judging from the sounds of encouragement, the crowd was loving it!
I'd fantasized about just such a gang bang for literally years. But, now
that I was getting it, had I not been so effectively gagged, I'd have been
literally begging for more lube.
My ass was screaming in pain, but I was the only one who seemed even
remotely interested. I wondered if each successive, passionate, physical
plunge into my orifice was ripping of layers of anal tissue, and if the
blood that had to be flowing by now, was even visible beneath all the piss,
sweat, and asundry other fluids all over the tub floor by now.
Eventually the pace did subside to just a slow, steady fucking, and the
occasional man relieving himself into the funnel, and me dutifully taking it
I can only assume that as each man took his turn with the sex slave / fuck
toy, climaxed, and then lost the urge for more. And that the crowd had
thinned, and the line shrank to just the occasional second, or third time
erection, still looking for some nasty relief.
I'd long since lost count of how many men had taken their turn riding me.
Plus, blindfolded as I was, some might have ridden me more than once. Lord
knows it took some so long to finally cum, that it wouldn't surprise me to
find out they cum back for seconds or even thirds. But regardless, my arms
were screaming to stretch out, and change positions. My ass was waving every
white flag it had, screaming for a rest, and my belches & burps reeked of a
stale, never cleaned, men's room.
A long, hot shower suddenly became the new fantasy I craved more than any
other, BY FAR!
My gag & blindfold had been marinating in multiple men's piss now for
literally hours, and the smell was so overpowering that it was starting to
make my head spin, and vision blur.
At some point that night, a man pulled his softening cock out've my ass, and
no one stepped in to replace him. It actually took me a minute or two to
realize that perhaps, they had finished.
I didn't hear anyone, couldn't feel anyone groping, or positioning to fuck
me next. Was it over? Would some return, or was I actually getting a rest?
No one came in, and soon, it became obvious that I was no longer the center
piece, or ass at least, at this party. Whew!
But, I was still bound, and helplessly laying there, naked, blind, gagged,
and marinating in a huge volume of piss, with a side order of multi flavored
cum.
And lay there I did. Mainly because I had no choice.
I could hear the music finally turned down, and then a few voices talking,
heading for the door.
I could hear the departure of several guests, followed by more silence.
Soon, I could hear footsteps ascending the stairs, and walking into the
bathroom.
Then I heard David's familiar voice saying "well, it seems you survived,
chuckling".
He didn't ask, he just reached down and proceeded to release my bonds.
As my hands were freed, I reached up and removed the gag, and then raised
the blindfold exposing myself to an onslaught of what then seemed like a
blinding light. In a moment, my eyes had readjusted, and I could see the
really nasty, grungy layer of pissy sludge I'd been laying in all evening.
OMG, that's the stuff I've been swallowing all night long!
About the only thing I didn't have the urge to do, was piss. I'd been doing
that as needed, in the tub, all evening.
Nonetheless, I was parched & really thirsty.
David had anticipated this, and handed me a cold Budwiser, and pointed to a
towel laying on the toilet lid. He then said "I may be wrong, but I'm
guessing you're probably ready for a hot shower, right". I nodded in the
"hell yes affirmative", chuckled, winced as my ass suddenly reminded me of
what it's had just endured, and started running the hot water, ummmm.
When I'd finally enjoyed that shower all I could stand, lubed up with the
soap and jacked off, cumming HUGE, dried off, and proceeded downstairs, I
found Roger & David, dutifully washing dishes & tidying up their house. I
asked them, well, how was the party?
Roger turned to me and replied "great. I think we'll have a designated fuck
toy and urinal at all of our parties. The guests all seemed to love it, and
every one of em left with a big ole smile on their face." He then just
smiled, and chuckled softly.
It was nice to know that my use had brought pleasure to the guests, but I
was then realizing that I'd never seen even one of the guests all night long
I asked, who all was here tonight? Roger & David just looked at each other,
and laughed out loud. Then they turned to me, grinned, and said, "now
that's the eighty-four dollar question, now isn't it. I guess you'll never
know just who that was hard fucking your ass, and pissing in your face, now
will you."
And now, to this day, each time I meet a gay man somewhere around town, and
they look at me and smile, I wonder, were you there that night? Have you
seen me naked in bondage, and hard fucked me, cum in my ass, and watched me
drink your piss while I was as my absolutele sluttiest? And then my ass
tingles a bit, and I just smile, and think to myself, hmm, if you haven't
already, you still might, hehehe.
canuk1200@yahoo.com
Sam